The strongest God of Cookery system

"Okay, since the two masters have no objections, please make preparations." Mr. Hao smiled, and then said meaningfully: "The competition will start in a few hours."

After Mr. Hao finished speaking, he left the hall.The fat chef snorted coldly at Chen Shaozhe, and left the hall arrogantly.

Only Chen Shaozhe and Shen Mengling were left in the hall.

"Let's go." Chen Shaozhe looked at Shen Mengling and said, Shen Mengling looked at Chen Shaozhe and nodded.She didn't worry about asking Chen Shaozhe anything, because she felt that Chen Shaozhe would definitely win.

On the Carnian, that Sunan was not insane, he might already be Chef Baiyin.But so what, it's not like he was completely abused by Brother Chen.The default silver chef in front of him is naturally no problem.

Chen Shaozhe didn't pay too much attention to the matter of the fat chef, but asked a waiter in the lobby, and said, "What does Mr. Hao do, this mansion is very grand."

Hearing what Chen Shaozhe said, the waiter immediately became happy, and then said: "Yes, when I first came, I was also shocked by this mansion. I don't know exactly what it is, but it seems to have business with the United States." cooperate."

"Really?" Chen Shaozhe was slightly surprised. It's not that there are no enterprises in the county that cooperate with the United States, but there are no such rich ones.But after all, this is someone else's family business, and I don't want to delve into it too much, so I said to the waiter, "Thank you very much."

"Small things, small things." The waiter immediately said to Chen Shaozhe respectfully, although the fat chef pointed his nose at Chen Shaozhe and cursed people as liars, but that was only limited to the pre-appointed silver chef.Since Mr. Hao used a luxury car to pick him up, he must be attentive as a waiter, otherwise he would not be able to keep this high-paying job.

Thinking in his heart, the waiter brought Chen Shaozhe and Shen Mengling to the lounge on the second floor more respectfully.

Chen Shaozhe let Shen Mengling lie on a Serta mattress made in the United States. This mattress is indeed not very famous in China, and Simmons is more popular in China.But Serta is very popular in the United States, especially after the company acquired Simmons, it became even more famous.Since Mr. Hao chose this mattress, it means that he pays close attention to American culture all the time, which is completely different from the general domestic rich.

But thinking about it, with Chen Shaozhe's ordinary experience, he couldn't understand this mattress. He just felt that this mattress was very comfortable, so he let Shen Mengling rest while he sat on the leather sofa and closed his eyes to meditate.

The previous Carnival competition was the same. Before the culinary competition, you must recover enough mental strength. Without enough mental strength, it is difficult to make delicious dishes.If a silver chef lacks mental power, the dishes he cooks can only be equivalent to the standard of the default silver chef.

After resting for a while with eyes closed, a waiter politely knocked on the door, and then brought Chen Shaozhe and Shen Mengling down.

After several hours of self-cultivation, Chen Shaozhe felt more energetic now.When he came to the hall, Chen Shaozhe was slightly taken aback. There were some well-dressed people in the hall, and they looked very extraordinary.

Chen Shaozhe secretly began to suspect, is this really someone that Sishui County rich people can invite?

Mr. Hao changed into a fine and elegant suit, then walked over and said to everyone: "Everyone is my acquaintance with Hao Qing, and there is no need for you to have so many formalities. I invite you to come tonight , One is to have fun, and the other is to let everyone taste the delicious food."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Hao waved his hand, and then pointed at Chen Shaozhe and the fat chef.

"Next, let the two masters cook delicious dishes for us." Mr. Hao said.Above the blue star, culinary skills are respected, even if he is a rich man, he should respect the chef.

As Mr. Hao finished speaking, the fat chef looked at Chen Shaozhe coldly, and then sneered: "Hey, liar. If you kowtow to me and beg for mercy now, saying that you are just a liar, maybe I won't expose it in the culinary art world. you."

"If you are obsessed with obsession, then don't blame me for promoting your reputation everywhere after defeating you!" The fat chef said with a sneer.

"Really..." Chen Shaozhe said calmly, and then his eyelashes drooped slightly: "You really talk a lot of nonsense."

"Very well, I like a liar with personality like you!" The fat chef laughed back angrily, and then said: "It will be interesting to play this way."

After finishing speaking, the fat chef put a bowl of chicken sauce on the table, and then said to the audience, "Look, everyone, this is my main course tonight, Bazhen Roasted Chicken."

"Bazhen roast chicken?"

Hearing what the fat chef said, some people stood up and said: "Bazhen roast chicken is derived from Tianjin cuisine, which is Bazhen, that is, wolfberry, astragalus, red ginseng, ganoderma lucidum, tangerine peel, gastrodia elata, small Fennel, cardamom, a total of eight traditional Chinese medicines are boiled into a soup, soaked in the young chicken, and then lightly fried and grilled. In this way, there is no technical content.”

"Yes, there is really no technical content to just boil the eight-flavored Chinese medicinal materials into a soup, stuff mushrooms, winter bamboo shoots, and ginger into the belly of the chicken, and then grill it." Someone frowned and said.

"Furthermore, grilling is extremely unhealthy for the human body." A beauty-loving lady frowned, and then said: "It will make people with oily skin develop a lot of acne."

Faced with everyone's doubts, the fat chef did not answer immediately, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Everyone's doubts are very correct, but these problems are not a problem for me." The fat chef chuckled, and then took the soaked broiler chicken, and put it on the table.

"This is the broiler chicken that I have prepared. It has been soaked in Bazhen soup for a whole day, so that the flavor of Bazhen can be fully integrated into this broiler chicken." The fat chef smiled slightly, and immediately put winter bamboo shoots, shiitake mushrooms, and ginger into the soup. Put it in a pan and stir fry.

The fat chef seemed to have a strong wrist, and the flame jumped so high that it almost reached the fat chef's brow.But the fat chef still smiled slightly, but continued to stir fry indifferently, and then poured all three ingredients into the bowl.

Soy sauce, sugar, salt, dark soy sauce.

The fat chef was almost as smooth as flowing water, and he didn't seem to be stuck at all. Before everyone could react, he had already put various seasonings into the three ingredients.

The fat chef immediately cut the chicken, and then stuffed the ingredients into it, so that the inside of the broiler chicken was full of ingredients.Afterwards, the broiler chicken is separated by a sieve, and then fried in oil, finally forming a yellowish broiler chicken.

"Master, if you just put it in the oven next, it's too unremarkable, right?" Some people looked at the fat chef with some displeasure, and said lightly.

"How come..." The fat chef laughed almost maniacally, and then sneered at Chen Shaozhe, "How could I do that kind of non-technical..."

"Things!"

After the fat chef laughed, the waiter immediately moved over to the range hood, covered the fat chef with a glass box, and set a burning bonfire in front of the fat chef.

"Only by grilling with the most primitive flame can you experience the essence of chicken taste. What kind of oven is it? It's so weak." The fat man was very excited. Rare chicken tied a perfect knot.

Then the fat chef used a wooden stick to penetrate the Bazhen chicken, just like in martial arts movies, sitting on the stool and grilling the Bazhen chicken.

"What kind of rope is that that keeps burning?" Someone immediately noticed the problem and said.

The waiter listened, and then explained: "The master uses a fire-resistant rope. The ignition point of this kind of rope is 1000 degrees. The mere flame of the barbecue is not enough to make the rope collapse."

Everyone nodded, only to see the fat chef turning skillfully, dazzling, and the flame can roast every part of the chicken.After grilling for almost half an hour, the fat chef stood up slowly, and then made a gesture, so the waiter removed all the objects.

The fat chef put Bazhen Chicken on the baking tray, and said with a smile: "This is Bazhen Chicken, please taste it."

After finishing speaking, let the waiter give it to the guests.

The waiter brought it to Mr. Hao. Mr. Hao gently picked up the knife and fork, then cut a piece of chicken, gently put it in his mouth, and chewed it carefully.

"Um……"

Mr. Hao tasted it, and then his eyes suddenly brightened. Looking at the fat chef, he praised: "Choosing young chicken is better for grilling on the one hand, and on the other hand, the meat is fresh and tender. The chicken of Master Qian is not only very tender but also very tender. After grilling, it is very firm and pleasant. It is not greasy in the mouth, and the meat does not stick to the bone."

The fat chef, who was originally very proud, became even more proud when he heard Mr. Hao's words.

Another guest who tasted the chicken immediately praised and said: "The Bazhen Chicken made by the master is golden and bright, and very crispy. It is very tonic when paired with these eight traditional Chinese medicines."

The guest looked at the fat chef, then looked at him with admiration and said, "If you want me to say, this Bazhen Chicken dish is simply perfect."

After hearing this, the fat man became even more proud, then looked at Chen Shaozhe with contemptuous eyes, and said indifferently: "I don't know if someone keeps saying that he is not a liar, but he just doesn't know if he can make such delicious food."

Chen Shaozhe looked at the fat chef calmly, and then said lightly: "Since this is your favorite work, can I have a taste first?"

"Hehe, please taste it." The fat chef looked at Chen Shaozhe lightly, and then pointed to the Bazhen Chicken.

Chen Shaozhe walked over slowly, then put a piece of chicken into his mouth, and chewed carefully.

"The chicken tastes good." Chen Shaozhe commented lightly.

"That's a must." The fat chef laughed.

"However... there is one thing, but it is very imperfect!"